Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 29

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

As we climbed into bed, the warmth of Damon's body pressed against mine, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Whatever the future held, we would face it together, as partners, as parents, as a family.

And as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Damon's embrace, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we had each other, everything would be alright.

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Stiles's Pov

As the days passed since I first broached the topic of the ritual with my siblings, the tension in the air grew palpable. We had all been grappling with the weight of the decision that lay before us, each of us wrestling with our own fears and uncertainties.

But as the month wore on, it became increasingly clear that we needed to confront the issue head-on. And so, when Klaus called a meeting, I knew that the time had come to discuss the ritual in earnest.

Gathering in the dimly lit parlor of our family home, the Original family stood together, our expressions grave as we prepared to confront the reality of our situation.

Klaus, ever the leader, stood at the head of the room, his gaze sweeping over each of us in turn. "My dear siblings," he began, his voice a low rumble that filled the room with its intensity. "It has come to my attention that there are some among us who are considering the possibility of reversing our vampirism."

His words hung in the air, a heavy silence settling over the room as we absorbed the weight of what he was saying.

Elijah stepped forward, his expression impassive but his eyes burning with determination. "Indeed, Klaus," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "Stiles has brought to our attention the existence of a ritual that could potentially undo the bonds of our vampirism."

Klaus nodded, his gaze never wavering from Elijah's. "And what, pray tell, do you intend to do about it?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of challenge.

Elijah paused, his brow furrowing in thought. "We need to consider all of our options," he replied, his voice measured. "But whatever decision we make, it must be made together, as a family."

There was a moment of silence as Klaus considered Elijah's words, his expression unreadable.

Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but firm. "Very well," he said, his tone decisive. "Then let us discuss the matter at hand. Stiles, perhaps you would care to enlighten us on the details of this ritual you've uncovered."

I nodded, feeling the weight of their collective gaze upon me as I stepped forward to address my siblings.

"Of course," I began, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. "The ritual is complex and requires a series of ingredients and incantations to complete. But if successful, it has the power to undo our vampirism and restore us to our human selves."

Rebekah's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting in disbelief. "And you're sure this is possible?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

I nodded, feeling a sense of conviction wash over me. "Yes, Rebekah," I replied, my voice tinged with determination. "But there are risks involved, and we need to consider them carefully before moving forward."

Kol scoffed, his tone laced with skepticism. "And what risks are those, little brother?" he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice.

I met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. "The ritual is powerful magic, Kol," I explained, my voice firm. "And with power comes consequences. We need to be prepared for whatever may come."